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48. Tom Hiddleston | Too Close (II)

By : youlightmeupfinn | Tumblr 

summary: Tom was fine with photos being taken of him and his daughter, except when personal space was invaded and it scares Sophia.

warnings: a touch of angst but a cute end! :)

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"Oh, my littlest darling, you look so precious." Tom smiled down at the giggling baby whose blue eyes were in line with his. He took his phone out and snapped a picture of Sophia and sent it to you. He knew the anxiety you felt being away from her, so he tried his absolute best to promise you that your darling baby was fine.

Sophia says she misses you, love.

Immediately, he saw you texted back multiple heart eyes and gushing about how much you missed her. Tom smiled to himself, his eyes glancing back at Sophia. She had her fingers in her mouth, her lips pouted. Tom swore that when he looked at her, he saw you. But other times, he found himself in her eyes.

He prayed she was the perfect mixture. Part of him wanted her to never grow up, as he was more than scared to see what she resembled in her teenage years. He was all for hurting boys if he needed to, so long as Sophia was kept protected.

His heart ached for a day that entailed his little girl rushing home to him in tears over something that happened.

Who would he have to hurt?

Maybe, just maybe, you two would have one more. He had his little girl and he knew he wouldn't mind having a son. Maybe he could convince him to protect his darling sister and vice versa.

But then horror struck him.

What if it was another girl?

How could Tom function with trying to keep boys off of two girls?

His heart rate increased, but he told himself he needed to stop stressing over it. Hemsworth had already given him pointers when it came to being a dad to a girl. He even promised that if Uncle Chris needed to team up and fight boys off of Sophia, he'd be there.

"I'm stressed, aren't I?" Tom asked Sophia who he knew wouldn't answer, but at least she smiled at him, giggling yet again. "Sophia, you always laugh when I speak to you. Am I just that funny? Or are you just laughing at my voice?" He chuckled, grasping her foot, tickling the bottom which made her laugh even harder.

He hadn't even noticed the paparazzi inching closer to him until seconds after a photo was snapped of Sophia, at close range. He was perfectly fine with pictures being taken, but he was invading personal space.

"Hey, would you mind not getting so close?" He said in his most polite tone, instantly pulling the stroller closer to him. The protectiveness kicked in and he felt as though he needed to guard his child with his life.

He would.

The man taking the picture instantly obeyed the request, taking a step back before soon disappearing. It wasn't but a few minutes later though, they all appeared.

Tom inhaled deeply, pulling the top over Sophia's stroller. He grasped the leash Bobby was hooked to, beginning to trudge back the way he came towards your shared home. Pictures were continuously being snapped and the sound of the cameras drew closer.

Too close.

It was when the second man entered close proximity, then the third, and the fourth. The flashes of the lights went directly onto Sophia's face, soon startling her. As soon as her heartbreaking cry erupted, Tom lost it.

"Okay, enough!" He hissed. "I don't mind you taking pictures, but you're getting too close to my daughter!" He said in a deepened voice, his accent laced with anger. Sophia was beginning to get scared and he knew if his voice pitched any lower or raised, she would cry harder.

As though it were a taunting move, another person snapped a picture.

Seething under his breath, Tom was never the type of man to curse at anyone in public.

But when the press came this close to his daughter's personal space?

That rule flew out of the window.

"Take one more picture and I break the damn camera." His face hardened. As the threat ensued, people stopped to watch and the cameras were stowed away, everyone hurrying off in opposite directions. Sophia cried in the stroller, her wails of fear shattering Tom's heart.

"C'mere, my sweet girl, it's okay," Tom whispered as he pulled the stroller towards a vacant bench. Wrapping Bobby's leash tight around his wrist to ensure he remained put, he carefully unfastened Sophia's straps and picked her up, cradling the crying baby to his chest.

"Daddy's sorry, I know, it scared you," He shushed her, his voice gently soothing her as he rubbed her back. "You're fine. I'm right here," He promised, bouncing her gently. Her cries soon ceased and when he pulled her back from his shoulder, her blue eyes were glimmering with the present tears, her cheeks reddened. He kissed both of them which earned a smile from her. He then tickled against her belly which resumed her fits of giggles.

"There's my happy girl!" He exclaimed, kissing her neck which made her laugh harder against him. Once she was settled and happy, he placed her back in the stroller before resuming their walk.

He hoped you didn't hear of that one.

Did he feel bad?

No.

He's honestly more shocked he kept his cool the way he did, except for that one curse word leaving his mouth.

By the time they finished their walk, Sophia was passed out in the stroller which gave Tom the ample opportunity to curl up on the couch with his baby love on his chest. He cherished those moments.

Which made his heartache when he realized someday, Sophia wouldn't be this little forever.

Oh no.

He sounded like you now.

He wanted another one.